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PRIMARY

INVERSION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Catherine Asaro

 

www.facebook.com/Catherine.Asaro

 

www.spectrumliteraryagency.com/asaro.htm

 

Copyright © Catherine Asaro 1995, 2008

 

First Hardcover edition, 1995

First paperback edition, 1996

First eBook edition, 2008

 

The eBook edition is a rewritten version of the original book.

 

Cover design: Catherine Asaro

 

Cover art:
Fractal Planet
by Michael Michelitsch (fractal Graphics), 
commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:W038.jpg

 

Books by Catherine Asaro

 

Skolian Empire/Ruby Dynasty 

CARNELIANS

DIAMOND STAR
 
THE RUBY DICE

THE FINAL KEY

SCHISM

SKYFALL

THE MOON’S SHADOW

SPHERICAL HARMONIC

THE QUANTUM ROSE

ASCENDANT SUN

THE RADIANT SEAS

THE LAST HAWK

CATCH THE LIGHTNING

PRIMARY INVERSION

 

Solo Science Fiction Novels

ALPHA

SUNRISE ALLEY

THE PHOENIX CODE

THE VEILED WEB

 

Fantasy Novels

THE NIGHT BIRD

THE FIRE OPAL

THE DAWN STAR

THE MISTED CLIFFS

THE CHARMED SPHERE

CHARMED DESTINIES (“Moonglow” one of three included stories)

 

Novellas

Aurora in Four Voices (Skolian Empire)

A Roll of the Dice (Skolian Empire)

Walk in Silence (Skolian Empire)

Moonglow (Fantasy)

Stained Glass Heart (Skolian Empire)

The City of Cries (Skolian Empire)

The Spacetime Pool (solo science fiction)

 

IRRESISTIBLE FORCES, anthology edited by Catherine Asaro

AURORA IN FOUR VOICES, collection of stories

 

 

 

 

 

To my husband

John Kendall Cannizzo

 

 

 

 

Acknowledgments

 

I would like to thank the people who gave me input on my research and writing for this book: 

 

Alis Rasmussen, Al Chou, Deborah Wheeler, Jim Brunet, Shawna McCarthy, Gerald David Nordley, Florrie Michaelis, Geoffry Landis, Kate Elliott, James Cannizzo, Marianne Dyson, Lawrence Schmiel, Susan Shwartz, Dave Truesdale, Joan Slonczewski, Lawrence Watt-Evans, Sheridan Simon, and everyone who answered my questions in the research topics on the GEnie SFRT. A special thanks to Clair Maier, who gave me extensive benefit of her expertise in neuroscience, and most of all, to my editor David G. Hartwell.

 

Author’s notes:

 

Lightning Strike, Book I
and
Lightning Strike, Book II
are the same story as told in
Catch the Lightning,
but substantially rewritten and expanded for the eBook form.

 

The eBook version of
Primary Inversion
is rewritten from the original and is considered the best version.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Books by Catherine Asaro

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Author's Notes

Part One: DELOS

I - Island of Sanctuary

II - Tams Station

III - Psibernaut

IV - Lucifer's Legacy

V - Denials

VI - Blackstar Squad

VII - Aftermath

Part Two: FORESHIRES HOLD

VIII - A Time To Search

IX - A Time To Weep

X - A Time To Heal

XI - A Time To Speak

XII - A Time To Plant

Part Three: DIESHA

XIII - Fist Of The Web

XIV - Mind Of The Web

XV - Chains And Silk

XVI - Heart Of The Web

XVII - Until Tomorrow

Characters & Family History

Time Line

About Catherine Asaro

Contents

 

Part One: Delos

      
1. Island of Sanctuary

      
2. Tams Station

      
3. Psibernaut

      
4. Lucifer’s Legacy

      
5. Denials

      
6. Blackstar Squad

      
7. Aftermath

 

Part Two: Forshires Hold

      
8. A Time To Search

      
9. A Time To Weep

      
10. A Time To Heal

      
11. A Time To Speak

      
12. A Time To Plant

 

Part Three: Diesha

      
13. Fist of the Web

      
14. Mind of the Web

      
15. Chains and Silk

      
16. Heart of the Web

 

 

 

 

 

Part One

 

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DELOS

 

I

Island Of Sanctuary

 

Although I had known about Delos since I was a young woman, this was my first visit to the planet. Delos was a member of the Allied Worlds of Earth, who steadfastly maintained neutrality in the undeclared war between the Traders and my people, the Skolians. Despite the fact that we were all human—Allieds, Traders, and Skolians alike—we had little in common. So Earth declared Delos a neutral zone, sanctuary, a place where Trader and Skolian soldiers could walk together in harmony.

      
Right. Harmony was their word, not ours. You’d never catch one of us walking with a Trader soldier, in harmony or otherwise.

      
However, Delos was the planet easiest to reach in the region of space where my squad had been running drills to integrate our newest member, Taas, into the group. So Delos was where we went for our rest and relaxation.

      
The evening was warm as the four of us strolled the Arcade. A hodgepodge of stalls and shops stretched along the boardwalk, their eaves hung with wooden chimes that clacked in the wind. At the apex of each turreted roof, a pole reached toward the sky. Metal plates hung from the poles, clanking heartily as the wind tossed them against one another, their chatter melding with the voices of crowds milling below. It was a place of festival and laughter, a haven for the bright women in their flutter-yellow skirts, and for the strapping young men in billowing trousers who pursued them.

      
The boardwalk, however, bothered me. Its nervoplex surface shifted under our feet constantly, until I was gritting my teeth. Nervoplex supposedly heightened comfort and pleasure. The network of molecular fibers and nanochips woven into it reacted to the distribution of weight it experienced, letting the boardwalk analyze and interact with pedestrian traffic as if it sensed moods. A lot of people liked it, but it drove me nuts.

      
The four of us—Rex, Helda, Taas, and myself—walked alone. I wished we had civilian clothes. We weren’t on duty, after all. But we just had our Jagernaut uniforms: black pants tucked into black boots, black vests, black jackets. In these bright crowds, all that dark leather drew attention like rocks falling into water. The river of pedestrians split around us as if we were big, hulking boulders. They were mostly Earth citizens, who weren’t likely to have seen even one Jagernaut before, let alone four.

      
Rex glanced at me, his wickedly handsome face flashing with a grin. “You should start yelling and foaming at the mouth, Soz. That would clear this place out fast.”

      
I glared at him. The “Jagernaut goes amok” plot was a favorite in the holomovies. We were bioengineered fighter pilots, elite officers in the Imperial Space Command of Skolia, or just ISC. The prospect one of us would go crazy and attack everyone in sight had made a lot of holomovie producers annoyingly rich.

      
“I’ll foam your mouth,” I grumbled.

      
Rex laughed. “That sounds interesting.”

      
Helda spoke in her throaty accent. “You remember Garth Byler?”

      
Rex said, “He entered the Dieshan Military Academy as a cadet the year I graduated.”

      
Helda nodded. She was as big as Rex, towering over Taas and me. Her thick hair hung around her face like honeycorn straw. “He went to a heartbender.”

      
The nervoplex under my feet stiffened. I slowed down, trying to relax. I had no reason to tense up. None at all. Heartbender was just the slang we used for psychiatrists who treated Jagernauts that broke under the strain. But if one of us did snap, and it happened more often than ISC admitted, we did it quietly. Any violence was almost always directed inward, not at other people.

      
“What happened to him?” Taas asked.

      
“Went to the hospital,” Helda said. “Then he retired.”

      
I rubbed the back of my hand across my forehead. My breathing and pulse had sped up for some reason, and sweat gathered on my temples, dampening curls of my hair. It was bizarre.

      
Then I saw it. Across the Arcade, two people were watching us, a young man and woman dressed in imported jeans and glittery hotshirts. They looked like students, maybe lovers out for a stroll. Both stood staring at us, their snack-sticks dangling forgotten in their hands.

      
Tightness constricted around my chest. I stopped walking and took a breath.
Block,
I thought.

      
All I should have seen when I gave the Block command was a psicon, an image similar to the icons on a computer, except that psicons appeared in the mind. For some reason, a menu formed in my mind instead. I closed my eyes and the menu wavered like the afterimage of a bright light on my lids. When I opened my eyes, the menu seemed to hang in front of me like a holographic image:

 

      
Transfer

      
Block

      
Exit

 

The letters were in my personal font, which made them look as if they were carved out of amber. An image next to
Block
showed a neural synapse with a wall between the axon and dendrite. Huh. That was the Block psicon I had expected to flash in my mind. Instead here it floated, distracting me. Rex and Helda stood next to me talking, oblivious to the list of words I saw superimposed on them.

      
For flaming sake. Why was this menu hanging in the air? Well, all right, I knew why. The mesh node implanted in my spine had accessed my optic nerve and produced it when I sent the Block command. Except it shouldn’t have happened. I had set my systems to bypass this procedure. It was far too inefficient, not to mention distracting, to go through this process every time I gave a command to my spinal node. I should have just seen the flash of the synapse-and-wall psicon letting me know the node was working.

      
I formed another thought.
Switch to Brief mode.
I didn’t refer to my spinal node by a name. Although I did for other nodes I worked with, doing it for one inside of me would be too much like calling myself by someone else’s name, as if I were doubling or splitting my personality.

      
My node responded in its usual bone-dry verbiage.
Recommend Verification mode. Too much time has passed since you last confirmed blocking operations
.

      
So. It wanted to run a check. I knew the routine; it would show me every step it followed to execute the
Block.
Usually the process went at close to the speed of light, which was the limit to how fast signals could travel the fiberoptic threads in my body. Now it wanted me to plod through the whole routine to make sure it had no errors.

      
All right,
I thought.
Do the check.

      
The menu faded and a new image appeared, a blue silhouette of the two students staring at us. The node overlaid the image on the students so they seemed to glow with blue light.
Input from these two sources exceeds safety tolerances.

      
I know that.
For an empath like myself, the “input” was their fear: I felt it so intensely that sweat had formed on my temples.
It’s why I want you to block them.

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